Oh Well

I can't help about the shape

I'm inI can't sing,

I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin

Don't ask me what

I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to

Oh no, oh come on

Oh wellStop

Now when I talk to

God, I think he'll understand

He says stick by me and

I'll be your guiding hand

Don't ask me what

I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to

That you want me to

I said oh well, well, well, well

Oh, ooh yeah